Gracious reader Amy sent me her cocoanut monkey, although how she could bear to part with it is beyond me:

I like his hat. I think I'll paint it red. So far he's getting along with Robbie the cymbal banger, so we'll keep our fingers crossed. His most endearing trait? He Speaketh No Evil.
I've named him Esteban, but he will answer to Stephen. And he is in the tribe.
... I still can't believe you named that monkey Robbie....
Posted by: Eric at March 9, 2006 5:03 PMCocoanut head monkeys, cymbal playing monkeys, pimp hats, bullwhips and interesting vomit. Throw up a couple billboards and you got yourself a museum.
I two-headed cow would help.
Posted by: Jim - PRS at March 9, 2006 8:46 PMWhat'd Tuco do to get moved front an center? Dazzling similarity.
I Smell another tax deduction. Works for me.
Posted by: Don Jr. at March 10, 2006 1:44 PMDAMN! My college roommate used to have one just like that. I don't know what ever happened to it... I think the ape disappeared after a particularly good party. Well... Good except for the fact that we lost our monkey.
Posted by: The Maximum Leader at March 10, 2006 3:07 PMThose eyes - I can see the resemblance.
I like it. He looks peaceful.
Posted by: sama at March 10, 2006 6:25 PMI'm glad he's there and not here anymore. If I find his brother, I'll be sure to send him along.
Posted by: Amy at March 12, 2006 8:30 AM